I was traveling mostly on dreams and hopes The coming site ways better than the one before Behind the next horizon, what I wanted to see Bound on moving to be free Do you know what it means to be driven? Do you know what it means to be true? Do you know what it means to be shackled to the road? Do you know, do you know? Well I read that letter from John Anglin He begged for mercy, for forgiveness, for some rest Even though he could flee, in the end he wasn't free Far from home, freedom won't last But all the time, there's that thought, at the back of my mind Like I forgot something important that I left behind To run didn't help to shake that feeling off I was hiding cause I was lost Was I right to run, that's what I'm asking Was I right to pack my bag and leave my home Was I right to run from my devils and deeds They're still here, they're still here Well I read that letter from John Anglin He begged for mercy, for forgiveness, for some rest Even though he could flee, in the end he wasn't free Far from home, freedom won't last